Jenna was meeting her parents today. I was folding my clothes when the door was knocked twice before it was opened slowly. Justin was standing at the door with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes trained on me. A shiver ran down my body when Neron's voice rang in my mind.
Justin is a Werewolf Prince.
I rose my brows when he closed the door and looked at me with his jaw locked in annoyance. Now that I looked properly, his eyes had darkened and a primal look had overpowered his senses. I gulped, shaking my head as I glared back at him.
"You met him again." He gritted out and I rolled my eyes, stuffing my clothes in the drawers, I had. His fingers were clenched in a fist and the anger was clearly dripping off him.
"I did. And he has a name."
"Isabella......"
"What?"
"He
